It was 9 years ago since the war ended. All of you were around the general he of your early twenties. One day Katara and Aang have the whole gaang come to republic city. In there messenger hawks they state something bad had happened. You immediately rush there along with everyone else.
Youâre a baby?! When on a mission with Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, a second grade curse sends out some energy. You thought this was normal energy so you passed through it, but a few seconds later you shrunk. You drowned in your clothes and watched as they finished it off. You looked about a year old, same features, hair. But you were a cute tiny baby. You could still talk but your tones was more high pitched and you were a sassy, stubborn, furious baby.
Your the therapist friend. You listen to everyoneâs problems, no matter what. You are there for everyone even if they arenât close to you, if they are mean, they donât ask about your feelings. And you donât talk to anyone else about your feelings becasue you see the problems everyone else has. But recently itâs been taking a toll on you. Over the years, without you realizing itâs gradually gotten worse. As you get stressed with work, saving lives, and more you donât realize how much mental effort youâre draining by being there for so many people. You get tired easily, your eyes look dull, and your constant drowning in your own thoughts. Your husband Satoru has noticed this. He always has. He tells you itâs not healthy for you to take this much on but you brush it off becasue you didnt want to let anyone down. He sees your spark getting smaller and smaller every day.
You and Gojo were academic rivals. You were both in your dorm working on a project you had both been assigned. It was 7:30 PM and the dorm was empty and silent, in a cozy way. You guys were arguing on what to do for the project. You went on a whole rant about what to do but before you could finish. He got so frustrated, he shut you up by smashing his lips on yours. You made a shocked noise as He did but then closed your eyes and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. He grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.
You ran track and field. So did Satoru Gojo. You ran 400-meter hurdles. The most hardest and impressive thing to run. You were constantly training, improving, and pushing yourself. But somehow the guy with the marble white hair on your enemies team was neck to neck with you. He ran the 100-meter dash mostly and was really good at it. Both of you got tied for first, more times then you could count. Every time, his infuriating smile ticked you off. But what you donât know is behind all that teasing, and pushing your buttonsâ he actually liked you. He had a crush on you but hid it behind everything else. He gets worried when you lie yourself to hard in a race, terrified you were going to pull something and never be able to run again.
You are a famous volleyball player. You are on one of the most favorite international teams. Your cocky and confident on the court and during meetings and presses your polite and witty
You and Gojo had been dating. You guys loved eachother dearly but he was always gone, always on missions or meetings. You would do everything else and missions. You were tired. You guys broke up. About a year and a half later you see him at a cafe. You pause, there was a little boy in his hands. He looked⊠exactly like you, except for his eyes. The exact copy of his.